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Chapter 556 The Girl's Strawberry Rice Wine! Dad, Chen Yansen kissed me!

Chun Shen Town, Qipan Street.

Red lanterns hung at the entrances of shops, and stalls at the intersection were filled with all kinds of fireworks, such as Black Diamond, Skyrocket, Sparkler, and Goldfish.

When neighbors meet on the street, the first thing they always ask each other is, "Have you eaten?"

A cold wind blew gently, and the ground was soaked with water.

On a sunny open space, a sanitation worker had piled up a clump of dirty snow, waiting for it to melt slowly after the weather cleared up.

A silver and blue Hongqi L5 slowly drove by, attracting the attention of passersby.

Hongqi cars aren't new, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Hongqi L5 is extraordinary. It's five or six meters long and exudes an air of luxury.

What's even more eye-catching is its license plate: a Beijing license plate, and it's a leopard number!
Two all-black Mercedes-Benz vans followed behind the car.

"Wow, this Hongqi is beautiful. I bet it will cost several hundred thousand yuan when it arrives in the country."

"Brother, you don't understand, do you? The Hongqi L5 is a car that only big shots in Yanjing drive. It's not something you can just buy with money. It has to go through more than a dozen approvals, and the final price is at least this much."

"Six hundred thousand?"

"Hey! What are you thinking? Six million!"

In a nearby ramen shop, two middle-aged men in their forties held wine glasses, watching a Hongqi L5 drive by outside and commenting on it.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding diners couldn't help but gasp in shock.

At that time, the price of housing in Chunshen was less than 3000 yuan per square meter.

Simply put, this Hongqi car can be exchanged for a 2000-square-meter house. If each house is 100 square meters, that's enough to buy 20 houses!
"Those two Mercedes-Benz Vianos behind, each one must cost more than 500,000 yuan."

One of the diners added a comment.

The noodle-pulling owner, unable to resist his curiosity, peeked outside. Upon seeing the luxurious exterior of the car, he muttered, "My goodness, even if I pulled noodles my whole life, I probably couldn't afford one."

As Chen Yansen sat in the car, looking out at the street scene, images from his childhood involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

"Zihao, I know there's a small river outside the West Gate that's full of big red crayfish. Shall we go fishing together this afternoon? And then we can ask Aunt Wen to make us some spicy crayfish?"

"Sure, Brother Sen! I'll make the net!"

"Brother, I want to go too!"

"Zihao, whatever you do, don't bring her! Little brats are so annoying."

"Chen Yansen, if you dare not take me with you, I'll go and complain to Uncle Chen."

Thinking of this, Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes and unconsciously chuckled.

That day, the three of them worked together to cut a large piece of Wang Zihao's mosquito net and turned it into a landing net.

When they returned, the bucket was indeed full of crayfish, but Wang Ziyan accidentally fell into the ditch and was covered in mud, looking like a mud monkey.

Wang Zhanjun and Wen Shumei, one holding a stick and the other holding a clothes straightener, waited for the three of them at the entrance of the courtyard.

Upon hearing that Wang Ziyan had fallen into the river, Wen Shumei was so frightened that she burst into tears and kept wiping them away.

Without saying a word, Wang Zhanjun tied up Wang Zihao and hung him under the locust tree in the yard, then started beating him mercilessly with a stick.

When they get tired of playing, it's Wen Shumei's turn!

A husband and wife team playing mixed doubles!
After all, children drown in the Shahe River outside the city every year.

Wang Zhanjun was afraid that he hadn't hit Wang Zihao hard enough, and that Wang Zihao wouldn't learn his lesson.

Wang Ziyan stood aside, and although she wasn't hit, she cleverly started wailing, but all she did was make a lot of noise and didn't shed a single tear.

Chen Yansen was carrying a bucket of crayfish when he looked at his suffering best friend. He wanted to bite the bullet and say, "Uncle Wang, I was the one who came up with the idea of ​​catching crayfish. Why don't you hang me up too?"

But when he saw Wang Zihao beaten until his skin was torn and bleeding, he shrank back and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Finally, the three of them sat on small stools around the table under the locust tree, enjoying the fragrance of the flowers and finishing two large bowls of braised crayfish.

Chen Yansen remembers clearly that Wang Zihao was wiping away tears while gnawing on a shrimp tail.

Later, Zihao said that he couldn't let the beating go to waste, and he had to eat more crayfish to make up for it.

On Monday, the first day of school, a classmate noticed that Wang Zihao had an injury on his arm and asked him why.

Wang Zihao couldn't tell the truth, so he shamelessly made up a story, saying that he encountered three thugs who asked for pocket money, but he beat them up and drove them away.

The children, being simple-minded, believed him when they saw his body covered in wounds.

Since then, a rumor has spread at Experimental Primary School: there is a formidable person in Class 3 of Grade 6 with exceptional fighting skills, capable of taking on three opponents at once.

"Boss, we've arrived."

Huang Boxiang stopped the car and saw Chen Yansen staring blankly into space, so he whispered a reminder.

"Could you get the gift from the trunk for me?"

Chen Yansen responded by pushing open the car door and getting out.

He looked around and saw that the city had hardly changed; it was still filled with blue bricks and gray tiles, ancient alleys, and the aroma of cured meat wafted from afar.

With a click, Huang Boxiang, having taken the gift, closed the trunk and silently followed behind his boss.

Chen Yansen walked along the cobblestone path, heading deeper into the winding alley.

A pale yellow wintersweet peeks out from the low wall, raising its head and growing upwards, emitting a faint fragrance.

Before long, a bare locust tree came into view.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-!"

Chen Yansen raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Then came a series of short footsteps, and with a creak, the lacquered red door opened.

Wang Ziyan wore a red down jacket, paired with blue jeans and snow boots.

I hadn't seen her for over a year, and she had grown a few centimeters taller, now about 1.72 meters.

Her hair was tied into a neat high ponytail, with wispy strands of hair framing her face like catfish whiskers, making her face look rosy and fair, like a budding peach blossom.

Her eyes were bright and watery, so bright that any ordinary boy who glanced at them would probably fall in love immediately.

Wang Ziyan looked up at Chen Yansen, said nothing, and turned to walk back.

Chen Yansen wasn't going to tolerate her. He grabbed Wang Ziyan's ponytail and scolded her irritably, "You've grown up, and you think you're all grown up? You didn't even say hello?"

"Chen Yansen, let go! Dad, Mom! Chen Yansen kissed me!"

Wang Ziyan shouted loudly towards the living room.

Chen Yansen quickly let go and took a step back.

As the saying goes, "You can tell what a person will be like when they're young, and what they'll be like when they're three," and he had to admit it; Wang Ziyan hadn't changed at all.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhanjun and Chen Guobin, who were inside the room, exchanged a glance, their buttocks seemingly glued to their chairs, and neither of them moved.

"Old Wang, find me a stick."

Chen Guobin remained silent for more than ten seconds before making his statement.

“Old Chen, you don’t know Ziyan. That girl never tells the truth. When she was little, she always liked to be the one to accuse the other first.”

Wang Zhanjun waved his hand, stopping Chen Guobin.

"Zihao, go out and take a look." Wen Shumei ordered her son to go out and find out what was going on.

To be honest, she watched Chen Yansen grow up, so to say she didn't like him would be pure self-deception.

But when it came to actually having Chen Yansen as her son-in-law, she always felt a little awkward.

"Mom, you actually believe Wang Ziyan's nonsense? Besides, Sen's girlfriends are much prettier than Ziyan."

Wang Zihao lay on the sofa, shifted his position, and didn't want to get up at all.

Even a fool could tell that Brother Sen wouldn't be interested in someone like Wang Ziyan.

However, this is all due to Wang Zihao's brotherly affection.

His mind was filled with the embarrassing image of Wang Ziyan with her bare bottom and snotty nose, and he didn't realize at all that Wang Ziyan was now the campus belle of Luzhou University of Science and Technology, and the number of people chasing after her could circle the university town several times.

"Girls?" Chen Guobin asked, looking puzzled.

"Uncle Chen, you misheard me. I meant girlfriend. Um, slip of the tongue."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zihao was startled and cursed inwardly: "You're usually a very cautious person, how could you make such a basic mistake?"
"Oh," Chen Guobin replied, not taking it to heart.

Wang Zihao chuckled dryly and said, "Brother Sen must have brought a gift. I'll go lend a hand."

After saying that, he turned around and left the living room.

He pushed open the door and saw Wang Ziyan wiping her mouth with one hand and pointing at Chen Yansen with the other, her face full of disbelief.

"Brother Sen, what time did you arrive in Chun Shen?"

Wang Zihao stepped forward with a grin and asked.

"Brother, Chen Yansen kissed me," Wang Ziyan continued to complain.

"So what if you kiss? You kissed Brother Sen when you were little."

Wang Zihao gave a very perfunctory reply.

He didn't believe a single punctuation mark his younger sister said.

"I just arrived and went to Old Chen's bookstore first after getting off the bus. When I didn't see him, I called him. I didn't expect to be having a meal at your place," Chen Yansen said half-jokingly.

“I bought the old man a few bottles of good wine, but he was reluctant to drink them, so I invited Uncle Chen over.”

Wang Zihao explained with a smile.

"I'll have to come back in the summer next time. There aren't a single locust flower in winter. Every time I think of Aunt Wen's locust flower and egg stir-fry, I get really hungry."

Chen Yansen turned to look at the locust tree and said with emotion.

“My mom froze a few boxes in the refrigerator, saying it was specially prepared for you.”

Wang Zihao chuckled, waved to Huang Boxiang, took half of the gift bag, turned and walked into the house, not even bothering to glance at Wang Ziyan.

"Wang Zihao, you're not my biological brother at all, you're my cousin!"

Wang Ziyan shouted angrily.

"Anyway, they're all brothers, there's no difference."

Wang Zihao didn't turn around and went straight into the house.

"Little girl, have you ever heard the story of the boy who cried wolf?"

Chen Yansen asked with a smile.

How dare you wrongly accuse General Manager Chen?
Of course, Mr. Chen can't let himself be at a disadvantage!
He licked the lipstick from the corner of his mouth and said with a mischievous grin, "I like strawberry flavor, remember to change it next time."

"I'm going to tell Uncle Chen!" Wang Ziyan ran into the house.

But she knew in her heart that she couldn't win this lawsuit!
Chen Yansen chuckled softly, a smug look creeping onto his lips. He thought to himself, "Wang Ziyan, it's not too much for me to charge a little interest, is it?"

Huang Boxiang kept his eyes down, seemingly lost in thought, with an expression that suggested he was detached from worldly affairs.

He counted on his fingers, silently chanting, "One, two, three, four..."

Chen Yansen followed closely into the living room, his face beaming, and greeted Wang Zhanjun and Wen Shumei, saying, "Uncle Wang, Aunt Wen."

"Komori, sit down!"

Wang Zhanjun patted the chair to his right and asked, "White wine or red wine?"

Do you have rice wine?

Chen Yansen didn't stand on ceremony and sat down casually.

"Ziyan, go to the alley entrance and buy two bottles of rice wine."

Wang Zhanjun gave instructions to Wang Ziyan.

"Okay, coming right away."

Wang Ziyan originally didn't want to go, but then her eyes lit up and she suddenly agreed.

Chunshen is a major agricultural county with abundant grain reserves, and the town has no shortage of small distilleries. These distilleries produce liquor without much packaging or branding, but it is all genuine grain liquor.

The rice wine was naturally homemade.

It's not sealed, so it's easy to add some ingredients if you want!

Chen Yansen sighed slightly. Although Wang Ziyan hid her thoughts very well, in front of him, it was as if she was naked. Her little schemes could not be hidden at all.

"Xiao Sen, Aunt Wen will make you some locust flower scrambled eggs."

After greeting everyone, Wen Shumei tied on her apron and headed to the kitchen.

"Xiaosen, um, when you went to the United States last time, were you really on the same plane as Li Qingsong?"

Wang Zhanjun had been on the battlefield and fought in the Vietnam War. He had always been quite curious about the bigwigs above him, and at this moment he asked with a gossipy look on his face.

"Hmm, there are too many people. My private jet is more spacious."

Chen Yansen spoke the truth.

"What's Mr. Li's temperament like in private?" Wang Zhanjun pressed on.

"She's very kind, easy to talk to, and loves to drink Coke."

Seeing that Wang Zhanjun was interested, Chen Yansen casually revealed some trivial information.

"Huh?! Someone as important as him drinks Coke?"

Wang Zhanjun was shocked. He wondered to himself, "If I brag about this to my old comrades, will they believe me?"

The information is accurate, but it's a bit outrageous.

Chen Guobin held his wine glass, clinked it with Wang Zhanjun's, and took a casual sip.

He didn't even need to say a word; his son had already earned him plenty of face.

He listened with great interest as Chen Yansen talked about everything from ringing the bell at the New York Stock Exchange to the Davos Economic Conference and anecdotes about super-rich people like Bill Gates.

Wang Zhanjun even forgot about the wine, focusing only on listening to Chen Yansen.

His hand, gripping the wine glass, hovered in mid-air, his eyes wide open, as if afraid of missing a single word.

When he heard that Bill Gates was secretly eating chocolate during a meeting, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Really?"

"With more than a dozen high-density exchange meetings a day, it's really hard to keep up if you're not physically fit. For example, Ma Liyun from Alibaba didn't even make it to the closing ceremony before catching a cold and getting a fever."

Chen Yansen shrugged and said in a serious tone.

"Hahaha..." Wang Zhanjun was enjoying the listen, picked up his glass, downed a glass of baijiu, and then choked so badly that his face turned red.

Just then, Wang Ziyan came over with a 2-liter jug ​​of rice wine. Before the others could speak, she picked up Chen Yansen's cup, poured the first sip of wine into it, and said with a smile, "Brother Yansen, Happy New Year!"

Chen Yansen glanced at the murky liquid in the glass and the constantly rising foam, frowned slightly, and casually handed the glass to Chen Guobin: "Old Chen, it smells quite good to me, this glass is for you."

Wang Ziyan quickly stopped her, saying, "Mixing rice wine and baijiu makes you drunk easily. You should drink this cup yourself."

"That's weird, did you put something in it?"

Chen Yansen squinted and asked.

"No," Wang Ziyan denied immediately.

Chen Yansen smiled, put down his cup, and continued chatting with Wang Zhanjun and Chen Guobin.

As for that cup of rice wine, I never touched it.

“This guy became a completely different person after graduating from high school; he’s become increasingly difficult to fool.”

Wang Ziyan pondered to herself.

As darkness fell outside, Wen Shumei directed Wang Zihao and Wang Ziyan to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

In the blink of an eye, the table was filled with a dazzling array of dishes, and four small hot pots were placed on alcohol stoves, bubbling and simmering the ingredients and broth.

"Xiao Sen, this toast from Uncle Wang is for you!"

Wang Zhanjun raised a glass and said seriously.

What kind of person is Wang Zihao? Others may not know, but how could he not know?

Our achievements today are entirely due to Chen Yansen's support and guidance.

"Uncle Wang, you're too kind. When I was little, I often came to your house for meals and often bullied Ziyan. The fact that you didn't beat me up is already the greatest care you could give me."

Chen Yansen said with a smile.

Given Wang Zhanjun's doting fatherly nature, if his children were bullied and cried loudly, most people would have been furious, but he was able to hold back from scolding or losing his temper, which shows how good his character is.

Aside from his love of drinking and boasting, Wang Zhanjun has virtually no flaws.

"To be honest, I really wanted to beat you up back then."

Wang Zhanjun said with a smile.

Sometimes, the truth is told under the guise of a joke.

you do not say!

Chen Yansen bullied his precious daughter, and at that moment he wished he could kick the kid several meters away.

The group laughed heartily, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, their faces flushed from the smell of alcohol.

Wang Ziyan poured herself a glass of rice wine, deliberately waved it in front of Chen Yansen, and then took a big gulp.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen felt relieved and drank it down.

Instantly, Wang Ziyan's eyes curved into crescent shapes, revealing a triumphant expression.

Chen Yansen savored the memory, his brow furrowing slightly as he detected a familiar taste.

"Brother Yansen, is the rice wine good?" Wang Ziyan came closer and asked in an unusually obedient tone, but there was a hint of provocation hidden in her eyes.

"It's good, but I prefer strawberry-flavored rice wine."

Chen Yansen replied with a smile.

"Brother Sen, you even have strawberry-flavored rice wine?" Wang Zihao interjected in surprise.

Wang Ziyan's face immediately stiffened, and her heart skipped a beat. Chen Yansen had actually discovered her.

But as she watched the other person savoring the food, her heart started pounding uncontrollably, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

(End of this chapter)